The vagabond

The vagabond

A Poem by B.J
"

Or swagman, depends which country you are

"
He walks alone
I recognise Him, he is one of your own
And
 leave the soul alone
Because, He's got no-one
He live's his life by his creed
He is the keeper of his seed
Alone he walks the road, 
Living for a meal a day
Whether it be for the hunt or chase
Just a meal a day, he has survived
No need to pretend, just a vagabond
No family or friends, just the animals
And him, no need, for anything else

He walks alone
He's not lonely
He will stay with the animals
Just watch silently
And you will see
Watch from afar
He prefers not to be seen
Someday's he will let you
Walk with him, eat with him
He eat's silently,
When finished he gathers 
His sparse belongings and leaves
As quietly as he arrives
Wanting to be alone

He's used to being alone
He likes to be alone
Company is not his life
He's free, his heart is free
He lives the life of a vagabond
Life on the open road
A quiet man, not liking being followed
He is free, his heart is free
Longing for freedom he steps up the pace
One days soon, he may settle
Beneath the moon, beneath the trees

Truly he is not alone
He does not let anyone know
He follows his dream
He follows his wisdom
He follows nature
He could leave it all behind
But it follows him day by day
He does not know what he is going to find
Each day as he wanders aimlessly
He has his dreams

The vagabond
Has taken years to find himself
Following himself
Following his wisdom
Following nature
Content and fulfilled
Just himself and the open road
He moves lightly through the open woods
Taking care to share the future with others
Along the open road, and under the blue skies

Now fulfilled and content
Consenting to no-one
He has lived his life
His way, sharing with the animals
Living his dream
And other when they wandered into his camp
Nobody said he had to live the life of a vagabond
He did so because he needed to grow
And be with nature
Existing within human nature
He lived free
To fly with his dreams
To fly with his wisdom
Like nobody before him
Now he may be at peace in the end
With wisdom and glory

© 2015 B.J


Author's Note

B.J
Free flowing verse with nature

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

i bet old wolly was a vagabond

Posted 9 Years Ago


B.J

9 Years Ago

Cool great Idea
He id so because he needed to grow"Is this supposed to be He is? Its a good story of the life of an old school hobo not modern day though they are mostly druggies or drunks

Posted 9 Years Ago


W R Stowe

9 Years Ago

Glad you found your chance to finf your Savior
B.J

9 Years Ago

I wont say it has been an easy journey I am still going through a heap of stuff mentally but I am ge.. read more
W R Stowe

9 Years Ago

pray for your suscess
this is a great write,a vagabond a loner only seen when he wants to be,vert creative

Posted 9 Years Ago


B.J

9 Years Ago

I like your comment
 wordman

9 Years Ago

my comments are better than my poetry lol
B.J

9 Years Ago

You make me smile, closing down for a while got an appointment in town. Give me time to do some thin.. read more

Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

106 Views
3 Reviews
Rating
Added on January 15, 2015
Last Updated on January 15, 2015

Author

B.J
B.J

South Australia, Rural, Australia



About
I live in rural South Australia, among the best wine district in the state. I enjoy dabbling with words, seeing what I can create. I appreciate creative reviews. more..

Writing
Friendship Friendship

A Poem by B.J



Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Land of the... Land of the...

A Poem by ...